Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.